Xiao Ke’er, seeing I wouldn’t comply, actually slapped me across the face!

*Slap—*

Ugh!

The slap wasn’t hard, but it left me dazed. I covered my face, completely at a loss.

Ke’er’s expression turned icy. In a condescending tone, she commanded, “Silly cat! Shout it now—call me ‘Master’!”

Humiliation and frustration threatened to overwhelm me. Let alone being slapped… by an elementary school girl!

A flicker of anger and defiance flashed in my eyes.

“Huh?! You dare resist?!”

Xiao Ke’er flinched, then forced composure back onto her face, raising a hand to slap me again.

But this time, I steeled myself and grabbed her small hand.

“You! How dare you disobey your Master?!” Her voice trembled with panic, yet she clung to a haughty glare. “Xixi, you bad little cat! Let go this instant, or I’ll call the butler up here—Mmph!”

I don’t know where the courage came from—I lunged forward and clamped a hand over her mouth.

I wanted to snarl a threat, but fearing exposure, I warned in a low, neutral voice: “Shut up. Behave.”

“Mmph!” Now the little girl was the one trembling.

She was only eleven. Naturally, raw fear flickered in her wide eyes.

In that heartbeat, a thrilling, nervous rush surged through me. A primal, hormonal shift flipped the script—I stared, stunned, at my own posture pinning Xiao Ke’er down.

Ke’er thrashed wildly, but I pressed harder. I was a high schooler; no way I’d lose to an elementary student.

“Ke’er! Listen! I didn’t mean it earlier! Just promise to stay quiet—I’ll let you go!”

Unmoved, she shot me a fearful yet stubborn glare, kicking her legs toward the floor to alert the butler downstairs.

Little tigress! Still refusing to yield!

Her recklessness jolted me. I hoisted her up with all my strength and dumped her onto the bed.

The soft mattress swallowed her struggles. In that instant, the defiance in her eyes vanished—only bewildered fear remained, a silent plea in her gaze.

I sighed in relief, wanting to talk calmly. But she kept thrashing, kicking and squirming despite her terror.

This Xiao Ke’er just wouldn’t quit!

No. Absolutely not. I couldn’t let her expose me.

Her resistance ignited a stubborn streak in me. One hand stayed clamped over her mouth; the other yanked the blanket tight around her.

Thank goodness no one was around—this would’ve looked terrible.

I’m really not a lolicon! This was forced!

Ke’er’s hateful glare screamed one truth: if I didn’t settle this now, Xiao Qingqing would settle *me* the moment she got home.

Don’t be fooled—Xiao Qingqing was only a year older, but her family’s influence was immense. Sending me on a forced “vacation” to Thailand? Piece of cake for her.

Trouble…

Cold dread crept in. Forget winning Ke’er over—if I messed up, my balls wouldn’t last long.

Think! Think! I *had* to find a way!

Xixi! Use that brilliant brain—come up with a foolproof plan!

Got it!

Yipe!

Before I could react, Xiao Ke’er sank her teeth into my palm—clear tooth marks, skin nearly broken!

Wincing, I watched her break free, mouth opening to scream—

At peak crisis, I did the unimaginable.

*Slap!*

The sharp crack stunned her instantly. And I—the one who delivered it—froze in shock.

“Y-you… actually hit me?”

Her forced composure shattered. She covered her cheek, where a vivid red handprint bloomed against her tender skin.

Tears welled in her eyes, yet hatred burned fiercely as she glared at me.

Thinking fast, I pinned her down and raised my hand again—clearly threatening another slap.

“No, please!”

Terrified, Ke’er instinctively covered her head.

But I was bluffing. My right hand slipped into her waist pocket. Sure enough—a phone!

“Ah! My phone!”

Her eyes widened in horror as I snatched it.

In that critical second, the perfect plan to threaten Ke’er flashed in my mind.